Our Self-Written Obituaries – Ankita Rathour, Louisiana, USA
The 178th death.
[Text and photos sent by Ankita Rathour]
Ankita Rathour died. Finally. She was expected to be living long, mundane years but her mind was a nasty web of thoughts. She was 32. She was found sleeping in her pillow-less bed, underneath her red blanket looking as if she still had something to say. The cause of her death was unknown, but her best friend was certain it was a suicide.
“Why would it be a suicide? She had no reason to do so.” Her mother’s frantic voice ran out of the computer screen and broke the awkward silence on the day I told her the news. She, as usual looked inquisitive than anything else. She has left behind 675 letters via various modes- handwritten, word documents, words loosely hanging on the walls of her room. A note on her table read: “Give it all to JC.” Her book shelves reek of crime novels. She was currently reading Nick Bilton’s American Kingpin which she thought must be made into a movie after she listened to a podcast about it. She always loved to jump to conclusions and feel silly about it later.
Hope she is at peace now.
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